[ Intuition or acute psychosis? Makoto half-agrees with the notion of gut reflex, but he leaves Haru's confirmation by the wayside all the same. But it's like he's been magnetized — he can't keep his tone quite flat, unable to affect complete nonchalance. If his emotions are a cutting board, then Haru might be the knife, salting the wounds with an enameled blade, welling up memories like metaphysical blood he'd sooner ignore. ]

It's a little forward of me, but ... did you stop swimming because of someone else?

[ His tongue might be even looser than his restraint. Unconsciously, Makoto curls his fingers downwards, the edge of his nails bracing the table. ]

Because you felt indebted to them. Something like that.